There are fourteen long tables in the room I built. They stand in two blocks with an aisle between them. Each one carries a section of the course, laid flat and angled up so you can read it standing. The walls around them are covered edge to edge with pinned work,...
So I gave my terminal twenty of my paintings and asked it to build a city out of them. Not a picture of a city. The actual thing, standing up in three dimensions, that you can fly through in a browser or put a headset on and enter. It took five rebuilds. Four of them...
Today I connected a Meta Quest 3 to the terminal on my iMac. Not to play anything. I wanted to know whether I could walk into my own archive. The answer is yes, though almost nothing about it worked the way I assumed it would, and the four things that broke along the...
In the last post I showed you a machine paying ten dollars to walk into my museum. Real money, real chain, a credential issued and a door opened with nobody standing at it. I was pleased with myself for about a day. Then I went looking for the thing I had built, the...
Yesterday afternoon I sent twelve dollars of USDC from my phone, on a train of thought I have been circling for about two years, and nine seconds later a machine that has never met me had been issued a credential, opened a door, and walked into three rooms of my...
For more than ten years I have made finished works of art directly inside the web browser, composed live on the open canvas of whatever platform offered one. I have gathered that work into a single exhibition, and it is open now: A Decade in the Browser., NET-ART: You...
